Black boy has skin like the night sky.
The rest of the world is so obsessed with if you bleed blood or bleed tar,
want to make riches out of your body.
Want to turn us oil,
Under so much pressure it is hard to believe we have not turned diamond yet.
Headliner:Black people are dropping from the sky like flies,
no like bodies,
no like flies,
no like cats and dogs,
no black people are worth less than them.
So black people are dropping out of the sky like bodies,
no like stars and no one is making wishes on them.
Black boy has skin like the night sky,
carries the world and wear it as a hoodie.
He is decorated with bullet wound stars,
and people aren't wishing on them.
Look at our skin, we have shootings too!
Come wish on my black.
Everyone wishes to a night sky but no one wishes to a black body.
blood in the street like mother did not bleed baby into this world.
Black people just bleed so easy.
Black boy left in street.
White cop took him out like trash,
now he’s just a black body.
But black body is the same color as the street, so does it really matter?
Heard white cop shot the sky and black boy came crashing down,
world called him a shooting star,
and world still did not wished on then.
They shoot the sky in celebration and then how much it bleeds.
Fun fact, shooting stars are really meteors making its course through space.
Black boy came falling from heaven like comets, like asteroids, like meteors.
They are what killed the dinosaurs.
Watch these bodies drop out the sky like flies,
no like stars, and no one is making wishes on them.
There is a meteor shower happening,
no one is watching.
Headliner:Black boy was the big bang,
he was the pause before everything flashed white
followed by the blackest of nights.
Still then, no one wished on his nova.